sweet mother of god
If I’m ever going to be honest with myself, I should start embracing my inner serial killer and start killing people.
Sleep on that
I got a four, what did you get?
… I failed this…
That is… Concerning…
I got a four… lolz.
I got an F. I reread all the questions, verified my answers and still got an F.
I got a 3… interesting.
I’m an educator and I believe in magic. Well… you believe in all kinds of crazy things… when they work. I believe in magic because I think it’s real, because I have felt it, or seen it in one way or another. I have seen my life change the way that alchemy transforms things and as an educator, I have seen beautiful changes in children as they grow in learning. It was magical. I’ve felt things that I can’t explain, so I call it magic.
I think, you and I are magic. I think that particularly educators, do magic. You, cast the spells that defeat the darkness of ignorance, that keeps people in fear. You, educator, with your sacrifice, pain, sweat, blood and tears, have brewed the potion of salvation, which is education.
Every day, you have the power to change the FATE OF THE EARTH! Educator, WAKE UP and take your place in this world. We are fighting darkness like no other profession can. We have the future of the world in our hands. You can change the course of history with your word, with your intention, with your caring of this nation, of the children of this earth, who are just, pleading, BEGGING for help, for love, for understanding. For someone who fucking believes in them, and who does not put up with their excuses. Because, there is NO excuse, once you know what is right and good, to do what is wrong and evil… Unless you take some kind of sick pleasure in evil and if you do, I WILL find you, and I will destroy you…
(insert witch cackle)
Must sing this song.
I’m lost. I attach. I let go. I am lost. I am lost in the awareness of my self. In the abstract world… I’m too aware of the thought. The physical is such a distraction… a sweet distraction. I get lost in the distraction… feel me… see me… The self. I see you. You are a sphere; an atom. A mass that contains the data that is the universe. I see your potential. I embrace the worlds you let me create.
(I even got lost typing this not knowing what the fuck I was writing because I decided to type with my mothermotherfucking eyes closed. Fuck English. Loop back.) I am lost… I am following the white rabbit in twenty thousand different rabbit holes… (that melted “Dali”-like pocket watch of his) I’m lost. I need light. I need direction. What does my internal GPS read? North… south, east… I get lost in the beauty of this journey… I get caught in its web… I observe it through the eyes of an insect in a spiderweb, knowing its inevitable doom. (Unless some human killed the spider… nice try.) I’m lost
I lose my place. I spiral out. I can’t focus because every thought is fighting for the spotlight.
That is a thought I self incepted once a long time ago, and I don’t think I’ve ever been the same. I thought… “What if I could think all the things at once? What if I could be all the things at once? … What if we already are?…” I go down that rabbit hole… and see light. Literally… I have been typing with my eyes closed and all of a sudden… the light, is yellow; the dark, is light. I have always seen the brightest of things with my eyes closed. Trying to stare at bright things with your waking eyes is nearly impossible. It is the journey inside that allows you to stare at the light dead in the face and be able to take it, and be it, and understand that WE ARE LIGHT, piercing through time and space, in a journey so fast and furious that can only be measured in light years… Light years! That concept exists…
(Somewhat edited for spelling cuz it’s annoying ;p)
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Talk me off this ledge
Tell me it gets better
Say how there is purpose
Lie to me today
Talk me off this ledge
Tell me you’ll be with me
Say how much you care
And how hope is always there
But before you talk me off this ledge
Look down with me a second
Feel the rush the free fall could bring
Maybe we’ll wake up, as if it was a dream.
But before you babble on the perks of living
Tell me if you’ve ever felt despair
Tell me your saddest story
Tell me and look down if you dare
Look down with me
Don’t try to rescue me
Just let the darkness peer back
Just think of only what you lack
As I make up my mind I realize
Nobody is trying to hold me back
Nothing but a soliloquy this is
There are no ledges here
Just gravity, and darkness, and me.
100% ART/ Alexander Khokhlov
These are so FUCKING COOL
I volunteer as canvas tribute.